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[Verse 1]
The world's gone completely mad, I read it in the news today,
But Dostoevsky's ghosts are real, and they have come to stay.
Raskolnikov bought an apartment, can you even believe?
A mortgage from the very crone he once vowed to relieve.

[Verse 2]
A prestigious downtown postcode, a modern man's delight,
He signed his life away for thirty years of endless night.
But then the market crashed, the interest rates went through the roof,
The pawnbroker just laughed and said: "I want the solid proof!"

[Verse 3]
She went and sued him, said the contract was a lie,
She cried and told the judge he looked her in the eye!
The court, the cops, they all just nodded, took her side,
He lost his flat, his cash, and all his foolish pride.

(Music intensifies, guitars become more distorted, drum fills build tension)

[Pre-Chorus]
Now he's drowning in the bottom of a vodka bottle, deep,
With a debt to pay and promises he couldn't keep.
And in the bitter silence of his tiny rented room,
A plan begins to blossom, to dispel the bitter gloom.

(Music EXPLODES into a massive, anthemic alt-rock chorus. Guitars are heavy, vocals are a powerful, strained cry)

[Chorus]
AM I A WORTHLESS INSECT? OR DO I DARE? DO I HAVE THE RIGHT?!
He clicks "Add to Cart" online - an axe, so polished, sharp and bright!
Another Petersburg night, another knock upon the door,
Another swing of gleaming steel... the problem is no more!

(Music returns to the verse groove, but heavier, more aggressive)

[Verse 4]
She never saw it coming, this digital-age demise,
A victim of a system she herself helped to devise.
And Raskolnikov? He's serving, but not in prison, no,
He's on a special mission, in a foreign, bloody show.

(Music swells again into the final, cathartic chorus)

[Chorus]
AM I A WORTHLESS INSECT? OR DO I DARE? DO I HAVE THE RIGHT?!
He clicked "Add to Cart" online - that axe, so polished, sharp and bright!
Another Petersburg night, another knock upon the door,
Another swing of gleaming steel... the problem is no more!

(Outro: Music breaks down to a single, repeating, feedback-drenched guitar note that slowly fades out)
...No more.
...Off to war.
...A modern crime.
...For our time.